Symbolism Poems
#symbolism
Here you'll find poems which use symbols to represent intentions or ideas. Symbols include metaphors and similes. A range of poetry where symbols evoke images matching the tone and meaning of the poems.
Major Arcana
don't fear the Tower card
let the unstable dwelling
in which you were barely welcomed
burn to the ground
since you are not in it
you will not die
you will be reborn
and as the smoke clears
you will see
not patches of blue sky
but a heaven's worth
and without that massive cold structure
a magnificent view
let the unstable dwelling
in which you were barely welcomed
burn to the ground
since you are not in it
you will not die
you will be reborn
and as the smoke clears
you will see
not patches of blue sky
but a heaven's worth
and without that massive cold structure
a magnificent view
#relationships
#MovingOn
#symbolism
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foople woople cough gawff you're sent off
the embalmer's sin with the runny widow's grin
and under the arch decays
of empires' shadow and crumble
there go blinks of light, whoops o wind
blast of devastation hair sideways
did you even hear the radio
did you even care
thousand animals panic and flee
nerves root out zillioning quick and harsh
to the disfrabricing eyes laying too still
incapable of erase
guess we're dead, rattle one halfpill
close the windows, power down
and throw the latest shoe pebble ...
the embalmer's sin with the runny widow's grin
and under the arch decays
of empires' shadow and crumble
there go blinks of light, whoops o wind
blast of devastation hair sideways
did you even hear the radio
did you even care
thousand animals panic and flee
nerves root out zillioning quick and harsh
to the disfrabricing eyes laying too still
incapable of erase
guess we're dead, rattle one halfpill
close the windows, power down
and throw the latest shoe pebble ...
#symbolism
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Orthogonal Chance
When your pale skin touches a fervent glance,
When gardens grow in my pupils like string,
I will recall an orthogonal chance,
The one where the ego tasted death’s sting.
Rotten flesh filled the deep sleeping bedroom,
I danced in hell’s gallows as the smoke rose,
Omens rang out like a Locrian doom;
Like a megaphone made of syrinx’s woes.
Though I still dream of those sassafras sighs;
Though the asylum of musty breath remains;
Though I am undone by what it denies;
Though you can still see the indigo stains:
I must...
When gardens grow in my pupils like string,
I will recall an orthogonal chance,
The one where the ego tasted death’s sting.
Rotten flesh filled the deep sleeping bedroom,
I danced in hell’s gallows as the smoke rose,
Omens rang out like a Locrian doom;
Like a megaphone made of syrinx’s woes.
Though I still dream of those sassafras sighs;
Though the asylum of musty breath remains;
Though I am undone by what it denies;
Though you can still see the indigo stains:
I must...
#breakup
#surreal
#symbolism #oppression
#symbolism #oppression
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Red Dragonfly
Reddish dragonfly
Symbolic of death, love, peace
Rejuvenate me
A lovely spirit, you hold
And the keys to bravery
Symbolic of death, love, peace
Rejuvenate me
A lovely spirit, you hold
And the keys to bravery
#love
#death
#peace
#tanka
#symbolism
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Syndromes Down The Rabbit Hole
My unseated vertigo overtly strong
As the walls become infinite long
My senses are leading me wrong
They all collapse to cover oblong
The colors flash back-and-forth
Light-to-dark, my focus dearth
I’ll break my brain, just like a hearth
Down the rabbit hole
I know - it’s a - lie I - know it’s
A dream – I know – it will – end I
know I’ll – be fine – I will – be fine
I will – be fine – I will – be fine
Vast, empty chasm of fear
The focus fluctuates never being clear
The echoes continue at beck-and-call
I...
As the walls become infinite long
My senses are leading me wrong
They all collapse to cover oblong
The colors flash back-and-forth
Light-to-dark, my focus dearth
I’ll break my brain, just like a hearth
Down the rabbit hole
I know - it’s a - lie I - know it’s
A dream – I know – it will – end I
know I’ll – be fine – I will – be fine
I will – be fine – I will – be fine
Vast, empty chasm of fear
The focus fluctuates never being clear
The echoes continue at beck-and-call
I...
#dreams
#death
#memories #symbolism
#memories #symbolism
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devourment
devouring mortality
few believe
less understand
without eyes
without hands
builds
the unseen
a tower to stand
few believe
less understand
without eyes
without hands
builds
the unseen
a tower to stand
#dark
#universe
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
#symbolism
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Circle Zero (again)
nO beginning and nO end
the wOrlds' circle stOps and starts sOmewhere
carbOn zerO
the wOrlds' circle stOps and starts sOmewhere
carbOn zerO
#environment
#LifeCycle
#symbolism
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Circle Zero
there is a tradition
Of nO beginning and nO end
like a circle, an immortal
but tO draw must start and stOp sOmewhere
is also zerO
that means nOthing
the halving methOd can never reach
gateway tO the pOsitive and negative
escaping to infinity
with finiteness cO-exists
........Of everything...................
Of nO beginning and nO end
like a circle, an immortal
but tO draw must start and stOp sOmewhere
is also zerO
that means nOthing
the halving methOd can never reach
gateway tO the pOsitive and negative
escaping to infinity
with finiteness cO-exists
........Of everything...................
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#symbolism
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When Will I Bite Into A Rotten Apple?
I tend to an apple tree in my backyard, pouring out all I have
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
#anxiety
#friendship
#disappointment
#bittersweet
#symbolism
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187, all angelic heathens have mansions in heaven
as the moon drinks in
the autumn stridulate
I chip away her
marigold manic facade
as she belches bleached mimicries
so her confirmation rests
in a collection of manifested lies
it's a fire sale
and you are all kindling
chock full of split embers
choked strands
heisted from a grand oak
who came back to whack
the mumbled shrubbery
of pidgin ailerons
and cancerous beauties
seeking acquiescence
leading them on
with a placebo beacon
of sickness
those...
the autumn stridulate
I chip away her
marigold manic facade
as she belches bleached mimicries
so her confirmation rests
in a collection of manifested lies
it's a fire sale
and you are all kindling
chock full of split embers
choked strands
heisted from a grand oak
who came back to whack
the mumbled shrubbery
of pidgin ailerons
and cancerous beauties
seeking acquiescence
leading them on
with a placebo beacon
of sickness
those...
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
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Espalier Divine
A sonnet is a plan akin
To a dream catcher in the night
Apprehending thought process flight,
On its way out, or its way in
Its customary digression;
A traipsing tumbleweed of thought
In dire need of an anchor spot
To prevent its retrogression...
With air brake caesura feathers
To slow mentation's hectic ebbs
Or rhyme scheming spider webs
To snare spirits, in all weathers...
On the circuitous sort of grid
Forever friendly to the id.
To a dream catcher in the night
Apprehending thought process flight,
On its way out, or its way in
Its customary digression;
A traipsing tumbleweed of thought
In dire need of an anchor spot
To prevent its retrogression...
With air brake caesura feathers
To slow mentation's hectic ebbs
Or rhyme scheming spider webs
To snare spirits, in all weathers...
On the circuitous sort of grid
Forever friendly to the id.
#rhyming
#sonnet
#metaphor #symbolism
#metaphor #symbolism
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Eve
Which fruit
Do you prefer?
The safe and sweet
Or bitter sour
Of the warning threat?
I like tart
Pucker my lips
Sparkling serpent
Take me on your webbed wings
And soar me high
Give me harvest with a zing
A blazing sword
And tempting words
Then grace me with the safe and sweet
A soothing dessert to calm
The storm and passion
Ignited by that knowledge
Of the good
And naughty evil
Take me in the garden
Once the night has come
And let us know
We’re naked
I,...
Do you prefer?
The safe and sweet
Or bitter sour
Of the warning threat?
I like tart
Pucker my lips
Sparkling serpent
Take me on your webbed wings
And soar me high
Give me harvest with a zing
A blazing sword
And tempting words
Then grace me with the safe and sweet
A soothing dessert to calm
The storm and passion
Ignited by that knowledge
Of the good
And naughty evil
Take me in the garden
Once the night has come
And let us know
We’re naked
I,...
#passion
#symbolism
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